Once again, long time, no update. I know, I know. I am made of fail.
But I have good news! I finished the first draft of my third book, tentatively titled Beautiful Garbage. It still needs a lot of work; I'm going through to clean it up so I can shoot it off to my betas by sometime next week. Here's a short excerpt from the beginning (subject to change, obviously):
Hmmm. I feel a little awkwardly self-conscious sharing the opening, like there's a voice in my head yelling, "no, really, it gets better! I promise!" But anyway, there it is.
My schedule for right now: Wait to see what more edits need to be done on Saving June, whip Beautiful Garbage into shape and revise and revise and revise so it is ready to be submitted to my editor in February (unless it's decided to fall back on the second book, in which case I'll be revising that), and then turn around and dive into the next book, which I'd like to have ready by May. Which means I'll have to start hammering out an outline of some sorts. There's going to be a lot of overlap in the next few months.
On another note, I also received my advance check. Crazy, right? I may or may not have done a victory dance all around my apartment.
But I have good news! I finished the first draft of my third book, tentatively titled Beautiful Garbage. It still needs a lot of work; I'm going through to clean it up so I can shoot it off to my betas by sometime next week. Here's a short excerpt from the beginning (subject to change, obviously):
“Bitch.”
It’s not the first time I’ve been called that; it likely won’t be the last.
To be fair, I probably deserve it this time, at least a little. I’m not good at letting them down easy.
“It was one kiss, Craig,” I remind him, scanning the crowded hallway for Harper. Where is she? I look back at his scowling face and shrug. “Don’t take it personally. I’m just not interested in having a boyfriend right now. I’m sorry if you thought it meant something.”
“Yeah, and I’m sorry you’re such a bitch,” Craig shoots back, predictably. Normally I’d feel a little bad since he sounds genuinely hurt, and his face and neck are all red like he’s either really angry or really trying not to get upset, but at this point it’s a struggle not to roll my eyes.
Really, this is ridiculous. One stupid party, one stupid kiss I barely even remember, and Craig thinks that makes me his girlfriend? It’s not worth it to try and reason with him. I knew it from the moment I checked my phone the morning after the party and found he’d texted me fourteen times. You think he’d get the hint when I ignored him all weekend, but then today he walked up to me and tried to hold my freaking hand. Like, has he even met me?
Hmmm. I feel a little awkwardly self-conscious sharing the opening, like there's a voice in my head yelling, "no, really, it gets better! I promise!" But anyway, there it is.
My schedule for right now: Wait to see what more edits need to be done on Saving June, whip Beautiful Garbage into shape and revise and revise and revise so it is ready to be submitted to my editor in February (unless it's decided to fall back on the second book, in which case I'll be revising that), and then turn around and dive into the next book, which I'd like to have ready by May. Which means I'll have to start hammering out an outline of some sorts. There's going to be a lot of overlap in the next few months.
On another note, I also received my advance check. Crazy, right? I may or may not have done a victory dance all around my apartment.
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